
"Anybody have any bananas?" Keith asked casually as he strolled into the clearing. "What's the craic, George?"
"Thank God!" George exclaimed in relief. "I thought I was going to be a goner. These warriors are fierce!"
"Coolios, Old Man," Keith answered. "I'm just looking for some fruit... got beer?"
"What are you on about?!?!?! Can't you see I'm under attack?"
"It's all good, George. I've brought me secret weapon."
George cocked an eyebrow. "Look, kid... no offense. But you're wearing nothing but boardshorts there... what weapon??"

"Come now, can't we think of something better than attacking me friend here? You've got sand... surfing... anyone got any Sambuca??"
The warriors, completely taken aback by such a sudden flash of charm, dropped their weapons, their concentration completely broken. They slowly approached the surfing one, mesmerized by his locks of gold and chattering excitedly to each other. As they came within reach, one tentatively reached out a hand and yanked on his hair firmly.
She turned quickly and exclaimed, "NO WIG!"
Keith casually threw an arm around her shoulders and entreated, "Help me find my way back to the beach??"
As he walked off amid the golden-skinned women, he winked at George over his shoulder... "Thanks, Georgie... I'll catch you later... try to stay out of trouble, would ya?"
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I have always loved this story :)
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Yay! lol, I love this...good memories!
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